"Who is this person? Stop being so sneaky and get out of here."
The middle-aged lama was extremely angry.
Not only did he have to use his skills to strengthen his shield to resist Huang Ming's sword attack, but he also had to be careful to guard against another sneak attack, and his energy began to spread.
But Huang Ming started to feel happy.
No matter who was taking action, the current situation was in his favor, so he took advantage of the middle-aged lama's distraction and suddenly increased his magic power to use the small sword and talisman.
Just listen to "bang".
The long mana snake owned by the middle-aged lama was struck into golden fragments by Huang Ming's small sword and talisman and disappeared in the wind.
The little sword and talisman turned around in the air and flew towards the bracelet.
Seeing Huang Ming's talisman turn around, the middle-aged lama shouted "take it" and recalled the bracelet in his hand.
He no longer has the intention to control the magic weapon. It's not that his spiritual thoughts and magic power are not enough, but that he is worried about being attacked by surprise.
Since the sneak attack's cultivation level is no less than your own, the best way is to conserve your strength and stop quietly.
"Go away".
The middle-aged lama pushed his hands forward, and a huge halo flew towards Huang Ming in front of him.
Huang Ming hurriedly stepped forward and blocked his body with his shield. Hearing "dang", Huang Ming took another seven or eight steps back.
"Junior brother, deal with this casual cultivator."
The middle-aged lama shouted, raised his breath, and flew towards the direction of the green fireball.
The other two lamas didn't say anything and took out their magic weapons.
One lama sacrificed a vajra demon-conquering pestle engraved with runes, while the other lama sacrificed a blue bead the size of an egg.
The Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle exuded a faint golden light, and flew towards Huang Ming with a "whoosh". After the blue ball rose into the air, it shot a blue light towards Huang Ming with a "woo".
The blue fluorescent light arrived first. When Huang Ming was illuminated by the blue fluorescent light, he felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His hands and feet immediately became a little stiff, and his movements became very slow.
"Your sister's".
Huang Ming cursed angrily. Not only were these two lamas at the early stage of Jindan cultivation, but they also acted together. This was completely bullying the small with the big, bullying the small with the many.
However, Huang Ming couldn't help but think too much, as the Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle had already flown in front of him.
Huang Ming raised the shield in his hand and blocked the Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle with a bang. He was knocked back several steps. The small silver shield also showed obvious impact marks.
The lama's magical weapon was at least a high-grade and low-grade weapon, but Huang Ming's silver shield was only a middle-grade and low-grade weapon and could not withstand a few blows.
Huang Ming's mood sank to the extreme. Facing two early-stage Jindan monks at the same time, he had no chance of winning. His only idea now was to kill one to make up for his losses and kill two to earn one.
Huang Ming's mind moved, and the talisman attacked the blue bead that emitted the gleaming light. Just like he had done with the middle-aged lama before, he raised a shield in one hand and waved a sword in the other, slowly advancing towards the two lamas.
At this moment, another green fireball flew from a distance and hit the middle-aged lama who had already flown into the distance.
Of course, what hit was the mana shield on Lama's body.
But this time, everyone saw clearly where the fireball was coming from.
This fireball was shot from a wooden stake inserted into the ground not far away.
"What's this?".
The middle-aged lama was stunned. Could this wooden stake be the enemy's magical weapon? But what about the enemy? Where is the enemy?
"Who is it? Please come forward and speak."
The middle-aged lama felt scared. The enemy was clearly close at hand but he could not detect it. This meant that the opponent had either practiced the breath gathering technique, or his cultivation level was much higher than his own.
"This is the forbidden area of our four Buddhist sects. The Jingtan sect is doing business here. Please don't interfere, my fellow Taoists."
The middle-aged lama felt a little guilty. He kept looking around and shouted questions in a different tone.
At this moment, I just heard a "pop" and a crack.
Huang Ming was about to walk up to the two lamas despite the attack, but the small silver shield in his hand was shattered by the lama's vajra demon-conquering pestle.
"Pop", there was another crisp sound.
The lama who offered the round bead offered another white bone sword to block Huang Ming's talisman.
The bone sword and the talisman were locked in mid-air, but the talisman's light was fading, and the magic power in the talisman was about to be exhausted.
But at this moment, the wooden stake erected on the ground suddenly "whispered" and shot three green fireballs in succession, hitting the three lamas respectively.
"Who are you? You haven't shown up yet? How long can you hide?"
The middle-aged lama finally couldn't bear it any longer. He dodged the green fireball and waved forward with one hand. A golden ball of light flew out of his palm and hit the wooden stake standing on the ground.
"Pa" the light ball hit the wooden stake, and the wooden stake turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared instantly.
But just "click", another wooden stake appeared out of thin air and was inserted directly next to the lamas.
"This, what on earth is this?".
The middle-aged lama was surprised again.
The two lamas who were fighting with Huang Ming immediately dodged the fireballs, retreated to the middle-aged lama, and ignored Huang Ming.
"Aren't you monks very cool? What are you afraid of?"
A Yunling dialect came from behind the wooden pile, and immediately after, three human heads wrapped in yellow cloth appeared from behind the wooden pile.
"This? You? Why don't you have a body?".
The three lamas were all frightened. What was going on? Why was there only a human head but no body?
"Who says that one of us has a body?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bodies of the three witch cultivators were slowly revealed from top to bottom until their whole bodies were exposed. A young witch cultivator was holding a giant checkered square handkerchief in his hand.
"I pretended to be a ghost, but it turned out that I was using a magic weapon that can make me invisible and collect my breath."
The middle-aged lama breathed a sigh of relief and immediately used his mind to scan the three of them.
But then he discovered that with his cultivation in the middle stage of Golden Core, he could not distinguish the cultivation realm of these people. He only felt that the mana aura on these people was very turbid.
"What do you mean by pretending to be a ghost? I don't care what your situation is, just take out that meteorite as soon as possible."
The old witch cultivator named Ji Ang spoke to the lamas in a thick Yunling dialect.
"This is the forbidden area of our Buddhist sect. Who are you? How dare you speak arrogantly?"
Although several lamas had doubts in their hearts, they felt a little more confident when they thought that this was the territory of their Buddhist sect.
"Say yes, Mao, I'm so verbose, hurry up and take out the meteorite."
"Why? We found this Fire Cloud Crystal, why should we give it to you?".
"nonsense!".
Huang Ming interjected.
"Master Ji'ang, we just found the meteorite in the river bed. These monks want to snatch it. Since the master wants to use the meteorite to save people, I am willing to give the meteorite to you."
Ever since these witch cultivators appeared, Huang Ming had been making calculations in his mind.
These lamas from the Buddhist sect made it clear that they wanted to kill people to seize the treasure, but they had no chance of winning. Although these shaman cultivators also came to snatch the meteorites, they only wanted the meteorites and did not kill anyone.
Since the meteorite cannot be saved, if the hero does not suffer the immediate loss, why not sell the meteorite to these witch cultivators as a favor, and maybe he can form a good relationship with these witch cultivators.
